The Zoo

We went to London Westminster zoo, to see all the animals, their keepers too.

Lots of reptiles eyes black and gold, snakes in the grass so scaly and cold.

A chimp gave me a banana he’d taker from his mother gave it with one hand, then took it back with the other.

Man eating felines of different types, including one that kept changing its stripes.

What do feed them on? I asked the keeper in a hat, Oh just old pensioners, disabled people, things like that. “They don’t eat rich people” he said with a grin, “That’s why they’re all so painfully thin”.

An animal called a sycophant I’d never seen before, kept a in glass cage without a door. I asked the keeper “Why’s it in there ?” It’s a creeper he said it could creep anywhere”.

 A wolf walked up and down in its little cage, “Doesn’t it lay down, it looks such an age? This animal I was told “Comes from the south, it only lies when it opens its mouth”

Boris the rabbit kept away from the others, the reason I’m told “He would make too many mothers”

I asked “ Who’s the boss of this menagerie?” “Oh that will be the wooly mammon, but it has only one strategy. It wants to get bigger and take up more land, at the cost of us all do you understand?

So all these animals kept in a zoo, I’m glad we don’t live there, or maybe we do!

Meadowhead Bard.

Contrary to popular belief, the mammon is not extinct, it’s just so large, you can’t see it, but it is there and it rules most of our lives.